Page 146 of The Bachelor

Her fingers were moving faster, holding me harder, her other hand on my sac.

Tickling.

Urging.

“Fuck me, Camden. Don’t make me wait … I need you.”

My fist pounded the brick above her head, and I took her mouth again, needing to taste the dirtiness of her words. Needing to feel the tongue that had just made my cock feel so fucking good.

I couldn’t taunt us anymore.

I needed her just as much as she needed me.

“Take it,” I told her. “Put my dick where you want it.”

She lifted her hips, sliding my crown down her clit, stopping when she reached her pussy. “Yesss.” It wasn’t even in yet; she was just anticipating the way it was going to feel.

“You love that dick, baby.”

Her heat was already surrounding me. It was coming out just like her wetness, coating me as she pushed me in.

“Ohhhshit.” I held her waist. “You’re so tight.” I thrust all the way in and stayed fully submerged while she pulsed around me, gripping me from the inside.

“Camden …” There was so much pleasure in her voice. “More.”

There was nothing hotter than hearing her beg for me.

I grabbed her hands and held them above her head. “I want to fucking pound your pussy.”

“Please. I need it … hard.”

Jesus Christ.

There was no woman more perfect for me than Oaklyn Rose.

I didn’t hesitate.

I just lifted her into my arms, wrapping her other leg around my waist, and I slammed my dick into her tiny little body, pulling out and doing it all over again. “Goddamn, you feel amazing.”

She was almost weightless, and every time I reared my hips up, I held her higher in the air and drove her toward me, meeting in the middle.

“Don’t stop,” she cried. “I need it harder.”

Harder would make me come.

I didn’t want to do that yet.

I wanted to enjoy every second of this.

So, I turned us around and leaned the top of my back against the wall, extending my legs out so she was almost straddling me. “Show me how hard you want it.”

She circled her arms around my neck and used my shoulders to rock herself over me, grinding against my cock. “Ahhh!” She filled her lungs. “Camden, yes!”

She was close.

I could tell by her movements, the way she was getting wetter.

I reached down and touched her clit. It was like a fucking button; the moment I pressed it, she began to buck, rotating, sliding, my shaft now hitting every angle inside her.

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